I will rest my head side by side
To the one that stays in the night
I will lose my breath in my last words of sorrow
And whatever comes will come soon
Dying I will pray to the moon
That there once will be a better tomorrow
I dreamed last night that he came to me
He said: "My love, why do you cry?"
For now it won't be long any more
Until in my cold grave we will lie
I will sort out my thoughts every night I stay for love
Until the end, I stop breathing due to sadness, all causes and effects will come as scheduled
When I die, I pray to fly to the moon
There is a beautiful tomorrow. Last night I met him in my dream. He came close to me and said, "My love, why are you crying?"
For this reason, life is no longer vast and hopeless
Until we share quilts in the cold grave
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